Adam’s POV
I patted the chunk of barite in my pocket as I walked down the street, a habit of carrying some stone or other on me for good luck. And I felt that extra luck was needed for the rest of the week. The nagging feeling from earlier still not quite gone yet.
Having just finished at the tailors for the suit, they assured me it would be ready by tomorrow evening; giving me just enough time to prepare everything else for Tuesday. The only thing left was to tell Dublin of the plan and hope he was on board.
I got to the Shaggy Dog and slipped in the door, a few other Rogues giving me a nod of recognition as I made my way back to my friend. “Aha! The wolf of the hour!” He called from our corner booth near the back, a pint already waiting for me across from him. “Money should be hitting
